Layoffs That Severed an Artery

"Alright, hold back a bit, don't kill them all."

Seeing that Sinleech had become addicted to spinning tops, the God of War could only try to dissuade him.

If they don't stop him, Sinleech might actually kill all three of them.

If the other two players of the 30K group come and can't take control, the whole game will easily go wrong.

"What's the panic? I'm just getting a feel for it. I don't think I can actually kill them."

Sinleech away his Sceptre and glanced at the three guys who had been beaten to a pulp.

"Get out of here! Are you waiting for me to provide you with wheelchairs?"

"You... you'll regret this!"

"Hmph, nothing but a dying piece of rotten wood." Sinleech said, raising his Sceptre once more.

Seeing that the madman was about to make a move, the Chaos Gods of 40K.

"If you treat them like this, what if these guys make a move before our own people even get here?"

"Hehe, so I plan to give them a little trouble first."

"A minor problem?"

"Yes," Sinleech nodded, "The Well of Eternity is right there, let them worry about it."

"Are you crazy?"

The Well of Eternity, regardless of the world, is not something that can be easily touched.

"What's the panic? Even if I don't know what's at the bottom of the Well of Eternity, just a slight change at the well's opening is enough to scare these frightened birds to death."

"That seems to make sense."

"By the way, God of War, what's the current situation with Abaddon?"

When Sinleech mentioned Abaddon, the God of War seemed a little embarrassed to talk about it.

"You haven't already dealt with him, have you?"

No, that's impossible.

"So what exactly went wrong? Stop keeping me in suspense and tell me."

"Abaddon's situation isn't looking too good right now; I accidentally used too much force."

"You paralyzed him?"

"It's missed."

"Ah?"

Sinleech never expected the God of War to say something like that. What did he mean by "missed"?

"At the time, I thought that since he had obtained the Blood God's Legacy, he was at least half a god, so I had a good sparring match with him."

"You know what, that fight was really exhilarating, but afterwards I realized Abaddon couldn't keep up with his Divinity."

"Even more seriously, it's not just that he can't contain his Divinity, he can't even contain his own power."

Sinleech didn't speak, but his face had darkened.

"Are you being temperamental?"

"What can I do? We agreed we'd wipe them all out."

"When I got here, I only managed to kill the Blood God. They wouldn't let me fight the rest, whether it was the Chaos Allied Forces or the three Chaos Gods."

"I was itching to show my skills."

The more the God of War said this, the more Sinleech frowned.

The God of War accidentally messed up Abaddon's character in this world. How do we interpret the ensuing hilarious situation?

Sinleech had even planned ahead to have a father-son showdown between the world's the Despoiler and Horus.

But given the current situation, this father-son contest is not worth watching at all.

"Alright, don't worry about it anymore. We've already started fighting anyway." The God of War didn't seem to care much.

"Forget it, forget it, I'm not going to watch the fun this time."

"That's right, take it easy. Let's go, let's go find Mr. Han for a meal."

As soon as Sinleech on the Warp side relaxed his brow, the brows of the Imperium officials furrowed.

At this moment, at the very heart of Imperium power, they saw the chief culprit of the Horus Heresy.

Wolf of Fenris Horus.

If it weren't for the Lord of the Ultramarines constantly accompanying the Primarch, and the fact that the Emperor's Holy Words hadn't reached everyone's ears the moment the two Primarch entered the Administratum, it wouldn't have been for them.

It seems the entire Departmento Munitorum is already in turmoil by now.

"Horus, there are still some matters that need to be handed over to the Administratum."

After completing the handover of tasks with the Departmento Munitorum, Guilliman came up with a crooked idea.

Since Mr. Han has made his stance clear, but these brothers haven't, perhaps they really can go to the Administratum.

Guilliman never imagined that the Wolf of Fenris before him had already maxed out his Administratum Expertise.

"Roboute, do you know what kind of attributes it is for me and my brothers to come here now?"

What attribute?

"We're Mercenaries, brother. Send us Mercenaries to the Adeptus Administratum."

"Moreover, I, Horus Lupercal, am the chief culprit of the Horus Heresy."

"Aren't you afraid that the moment I step into the Administratum, the whole of Terra will descend into chaos?"

"Brother, I've already coordinated with the Adeptus Custodes on this matter..."

"Tsk, I don't want to be too blunt, Roboute, it's not good for our brotherly relationship."

Even though the Wolf of Fenris had made his point so clear, the Lord of the Ultramarines was still unwilling to give up.

Compared to Imperium politics, the substance and appearance of a mature politician are not important.

"But..."

"If you want a scapegoat, you can go find someone else. Just grab a few Daemon from the Warp; they'll be just as useful."

Um?

Horus's explicit statement already surprised Guilliman, but what shocked him even more was Horus's proposal.

"Are you sure this won't lead the Imperium to its destruction by letting Daemon from the Warp handle Imperium affairs?"

Horus simply patted Guilliman on the shoulder.

"During the handover at the Departmento Munitorum just now, I discovered several obvious delays in the progress."

"If my deduction is correct, you must have carried out Domestic Reforms of the Imperium after you awoke, and you struck at the heart of the problem."

How do you know?

"Because in my time, there were also Daemon in the Administratum, but given their excellent performance in government affairs, we all turned a blind eye."

Guilliman was stunned; he couldn't accept this fact.

"What about the purity of the Imperium of Man?"

"You focused solely on purity, which led to a severe decline in the administrative efficiency of the entire Imperium."

"Roboute, you must understand, this is Holy Terra, and the Emperor sits in the Throne Room."

"Even the most evil Chaos Gods in the Warp wouldn't dare to come to Terra to cause trouble, let alone capture Daemon to do hard labor."

"If you ask me, those Daemons in the Warp are the most perfect Imperium administrators."

"Highly efficient, precise, tireless, and capable of Resurrection Resurrection after death; if not, it can be replaced immediately."

Horus initially planned to promote the Imperium Resolution of 30K to Guilliman, allowing Space Marines to directly enter the Administratum.

However, after the handover by the Departmento Munitorum, he discovered that there were not enough Space Marines in this world.

If Space Marines were to be placed in the Departmento Munitorum, many battlefields would face severe consequences.

So Horus suppressed the matter from his heart.

Horus...

"Alright, Roboute, take your time thinking about it. It's almost lunchtime, I have to go."

"Remember to come over for dinner when you're done with your work."

Watching Horus leisurely depart, Gilman began to seriously consider the proposal.

After this period of political experience, Guilliman also discovered some shortcomings in his Domestic Reforms.

Even though the government officials didn't say it outright, Guilliman could still sense the sluggishness in the operation of government affairs.

Perhaps Horus's proposal is correct?

With this in mind, Guilliman decided to go see the Grey Knight Grand Master himself.

Discuss with him the feasibility of Mass Capture of Warp Daemons.

Thinking of this, the Lord Regent of the Imperium of Man suddenly felt much more relaxed.

Sure enough, once a thought arises, the world suddenly becomes vast and boundless.